I come from a broken home and had to leave school at 15 even though I wanted to go to university. In my 20s I split from my DH and gained my 'o' and 'a' levels at evening classes, then started a university degree. After a few years apart we got back together again and he said 'you can give up this malarkey and get a proper job', so I did and regretted it ever after.
In my 50s after seeing our two children through university I went back for 5 years and gained a BA Hons then MA and taught undergrads and post grads for the few years before I retired at 62. Taking those degrees was the best thing I have ever done (except for having two wonderful and supportive children....... well they might read this post! ). My DH was not happy about me spending the time and money, but by then I had found my voice.
If that was a midlife crisis I should live to 110!
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